She got up and walked away, then bent over to pick up her towel.But she continued to bend, her legs spread, until her shaven pussy puffed out from bet...ween her thighs, completely exposed.Linda looked right at me from between her legs.And smiled.I liked to think she knew I was there. And deliberately bent over, showing me herself like that!Honestly, I figured it was a fluke. She was just getting her towel. That's probably all it was.But it was a nice fantasy: It excited me to think she knew I was. But I didn’t get it till now why she allows him to hold her hair bun? I mostly touched her hair once or twice. but this fellow pressing it like boob whenever he got a chance.Babu must be humping her. I can say by their acts. And that energy I can feel by them. They’re like boyfriends and girlfriend. Babu flirts with her and she smiles with shyness. He grabs her hair bun and she likes it. Mom keeps herself up-to-date every day and tries to get in front of his eyes.So many times I’ve heard that. "And it's so integrated with whatwe want for their future lives, training him like that!" "Yes, but there will be backsliding, you can expect that with teenaged boys." She chuckled, "so you must be on hand to correct it at a moment's notice!" "I know, but sometimes, with work and his school and sports, it's so inconvenient to bring him to the basement!" Pamela sipped her drink, and smiled, nodding. "You know, I hadthat problem too last year when he changed schools. My job andhis. Wet splashes on the other girl’s legs revealed that she already let out some of her pee.‘Do you want to pee together?’ she asked Gabriella with a big smile on her face.‘Yes, go on,’ answered Gabriella expectantly.‘Let’s pee on the coffee table then. You go at one end and I’ll do the other!’The girls quickly got into position, both aiming their pussy slits at the glass surface that was just below crotch height, just perfect for having a piss.‘Ready?’ giggled Rebecca.‘Ready,’ answered Gabriella.